The more things change…

A few months after C was walking, we took him to Sea World to see the Clydesdales. He took one look at them and said "Cows!"

J corrected him, "no. Those are horses. Horses." The second time she said ‘horses’, she said it very slowly so he could learn how to pronounce it.

He wasn’t having anything of it, however. He shook his head. "No. Cows!"

J shook her head. "No, Horses. Horses"



I’ll stop recounting the conversation here. Suffice it to say that it lasted the rest of the Sea World trip, with J getting more and more aggravated and C getting more and more insistent. Every time we’d see the Clydesdales (even in the distance), he’d point and shout "Cows!" It drove J crazy.

Fast forward to this past vacation. We’re visiting Cherry-Crest Farms, which is a farm filled with fun things to do – wagon rides, corn maze, hay playgrounds, fresh food, and animals. In one section, they have a large wooden contraption that goats are able to climb up. It rises something like 15 feet over the surrounding area and is consequently extremely visible.

N points at a goat and shouts "Cow!"

J corrects him, "no. Those are goats. Goats." The second time she says ‘goats’, she says it very slowly so he can learn how to pronounce it.

N shakes his head and shouts "Cows!"

"No, Goats. Goats."



This continues for a fair amount of time. After a little while I gently suggest that we ask C. He smiles his most wicked smile and shouts "Horses!"

2 thoughts on “The more things change…

  1. Peggy says:

    Trite but true: The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

  2. Justine says:

    These are definitely YOUR sons, P!
    J, you should be exonerated & sainted for dealing with all three of them…

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